Childbirth has rendered my 'look' more Tootsie than Tyra. There's little time for makeup, and my vintage threads are starting to show their age thanks to gallons of acidic baby barf. 

Well, I made it. From Sutton Place to Pusateri's, from Ryerson Theatre to the Elgin, I covered the city today. 

Yonge/Dundas Square has been an integral part of the Toronto Film Festival this year. From live musical performances by artists like Joan Baez, to George Romero's zombies, it's the hub that keeps the surrounding area humming.

The pursuit for the perfect festivaling hat is no laughing matter, and that's why I took my quest right to the foot of the fashion Gods and had Holt Renfrew provide me with some chapeaus that would take me from avant-garde to Hollywood. 

If you're looking to sneak a peek at some 'cool' celebs, I have a top secret oh-so-obvious tip for you: avoid the papparazzi hotspots. 

Traffic is as thick as the popcorn butter, and there's more red carpet than sidewalk. But I know where I go when I need 10 (or 50) minutes to hide from the Yorkville bustle: The Diesel Lounge. 

Did you guess Clooney as the answer to yesterday's question?

Well...YOU WERE RIGHT! I was this close:

Well look who I ran into...

Lone Scherfig brought her film An Education to the Ryerson Cinema this year, and I was fortunate enough to run into the leading cast on the red carpet. I had to be a wee bit secretish to avoid my iPhone camera being seen, but I managed to score some swell profiles.